Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3660

Half an hour later, Marina signed her name on the contract. The feeling of being duped grew stronger. She had just come here to pick up a sketchbook—how did she accidentally buy an entire apartment?

While the agent went to the study to make photocopies, Marina eyed Carson suspiciously. "You didn't murder someone and hide the body in here, did you?"

Carson, who had been drinking water, choked slightly. He grabbed a tissue to dab his mouth before chuckling. "You're overthinking it. I want to sell, you want to buy. Signing the paperwork quickly works perfectly. Or did you actually want to drag this out, schedule a few more dates with me, and sign it later?"

"Absolutely not," Marina shot back instantly.

Carson nodded. "We're both busy people. What's wrong with being efficient?"

His logic was airtight. Marina had no rebuttal.

The sun was almost fully set. Marina looked out the window and suddenly recalled waking up here one evening. She had assumed back then that the agent had brought Carson to see the place at dusk, and that he had bought it purely for the sunset over the river.

She never expected she'd end up doing the exact same thing!

Life was truly unpredictable.

Once the paperwork was signed, the agent mentioned there were a few more formalities to handle and promised to call them to schedule.

The agent was ecstatic—this was the fastest property sale of her entire career!

After seeing the agent out, it was time for Marina to leave too.

Carson walked her to the door. "You should still have your keys. The place is yours now, you can move in whenever. I won't be coming back."

Marina nodded coolly. "I know."

It was only when she was sitting in her car, the crisp night air blowing in through the cracked window, that she fully grasped the sheer impulsive insanity of what she had just done.

And she felt even more annoyed at herself for doing it.

Looking through the peephole, she saw the neighbor from across the hall whom she had met a couple of times. Assuming the woman needed help, Marina opened the door.

The woman, who looked to be in her thirties, stood there silently. Her eyes were glazed over, staring dead at Marina.

Marina asked in shock, "Amy? Do you need something?"

The woman kept staring, completely mute.

Suddenly, the hallway lights flickered off. Panic spiked in Marina's chest, and she instinctively took a step back. Without a word, the woman across the hall turned around and walked away.

Marina was left speechless.

The next morning, Marina woke up late. She asked her assistant to grab breakfast and rushed out the door.

As soon as she stepped out, she bumped into Amy. Amy was an investment banker—a formidable career woman who was single and lived alone.